A/N: Here is a tag that I had on my mind to write for the BONES finale....it's short but I felt the need to write out my depression from the ending of the episode:[ It's in Booth's perspective and is set a few minutes after he wakes up.

-darcie

DISCLAIMER: I don't own BONES.

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I rubbed my forehead with my clammy hand as I sat at in an unfamiliar bed. A bag was in the far corner catching my eye. Who's was it? My head ached and itched as I sat numbly trying to focus, trying to find my mind. My memory was like turning on a faint, fuzzy TV that was cracked. I felt so close to the truth, yet the static would fill my thoughts causing pain in both my chest and my head. There was no time. I couldn't feel the past and yet emotions would course through my veins at times, pushing me to find answers. And then she walked in. My heart went spastically into a hard thump, which I didn't know the meaning of. Who was she? I had asked her as she spoke to me. That shocked look with evident brokenness had sent a pain slashing through my chest. I could feel her pain, why? Her features held a mystery that I loved, loved? I fought with all my strength against these emotions, yet- I wanted her. Wanted? The curve of her back, I wanted to touch. The frail hands that rose to her face to smear away the tears, I wanted to hold. The affection in her soft teary eyes, I wanted to understand. Her voice shook as she spoke to me and to others. I wanted to comfort her worried looks that she tried to hide. I closed my eyes, trying desperately to find my way to light, to the truth.

"Ange, I'll be fine."

"No, Bren, listen to me. I know that you are trying to be strong, but we are worried about you." I heard her sigh, I felt my fist tighten. I wanted to hold her.

"I'll get him to remember." I felt the hope and agony in her voice as she stressed the words. "He has to know. He has to." I felt my lips turn into a deep frown as I kept my eyes closed, fearing that I would bolt out of the bed to her. Why would I put myself through pain for her? My logic told me my responses were wrong, backwards. But my emotions flowed freely through my heart and mind, telling me she was vital to my life. I couldn't live without her. I opened my eyes as she entered the room at last. I found myself searching her face, her neck, her hips, her legs, for any sign of change. Change? I wouldn't be able to spot any change even if I did look for it. I remembered faint pictures of my past, and I knew she fit somewhere. But where? My childhood filled with despair, the cold pressure from officers, the justice I felt when I solved the crimes, but the warmth I felt when she was here didn't find a place among my pictures. Her smile was forced, I knew that automatically. My reactions surprised me, as did my automatic knowledge.

"Booth."

"Your smile-" I said softly, "is forced." I felt a wave of embarrassment as I spoke my mind. Her smile dropped a bit as I spoke. "I'm sorry. I want to know you." She nodded, searching my eyes. I tried to bring the corners of my mouth into a smile. "I feel-" I paused as she stepped up to my bed. "I feel as if I am missing the information, but my emotions react-to you." My stuttered sentence brought a wave of silence as she stared at my face.

"I called Rebecca." She didn't add an explanation to her simple statement. Rebecca. I knew who she was talking about, but didn't know the significance.

"Rebecca? I think I know who you are talking about. I'm going to ask her to marry me, I think." I said as I remembered my thoughts about our relationship, I loved her, right? Something about that thought struck a wrong note in my mind. Her face winced as if I had struck her, and then returned to a smile, a smile that wasn't forced, but in pain. Was there such a smile? I lifted my hand as if to caress her cheek. "I'm wrong aren't I?"

"Parker is coming." Her voice was barely over a whisper. "You know him right?" The name she spoke of gave me a hint of the light I was searching for.

"Of course." I smiled as I recognized the name with certainty, and then quickly dropped the smile. "He died." I heard her catch her breath as I spoke.

"He is your son Booth," she said softly with pain in each word. I frowned and then remembered a faint time of being proud. I watched the blurred memory as I held my son for the first time.

"I know," I whispered as I lifted my head. "You helped me remember." Her face was flushed as she opened her mouth to speak. She didn't though. I felt annoyance fill my mind as she kept her thoughts to herself. I felt a craving to hear her speak, for her to share with me. "Is that your bag?" She nodded.

"You asked me to stay." I blinked and then searched her eyes.

"And you did." Her eyes wandered from mine as she clasped her hands together. I lifted my hand to scratch the back of my head automatically and winced from the pain, letting out a quick soft moan.

"Don't Booth," she said softly as she took my hand in hers. In one touch. In that touch, I felt the love that was missing, I felt the warmth that she gave to only me, I felt the ecstasy that she fed me everyday. I didn't know her past nor her future, but the present was clear. I knew she belonged with me. Her hand held mine in mid air as I opened my mouth. I pulled her to sit on the edge of the bed.

"You." I whispered. "You belong-" I didn't finish my thought because I couldn't express the emotions that were pulsing in my mind. I pulled her into a tight hug, ignoring the pain rushing through my weak arms. I breathed in her scent as I laid my head upon hers. Her tears soaked through the thin gown I had on. She fit perfectly into my arms as I cradled her against my chest.

"I'm sorry I can't remember, but I know-" I choked on my words. "I know we belong. You fill my life with color." Her sobs were soft as I pulled her from my chest. I wanted to tear that pain away from her. I put my hand on her cheek, trying to dissolve the tears, and brushed my lips against her. They fit perfectly. I felt an explosion of light. I found I didn't remember my past, but the only thing that mattered, was the most beautiful women that was in my arms, sharing my emotion.

A/N: I hope I didn't offend anyone. Let me know what you think!